I've never met her, I've never spoken to her, I was more of a casual viewer when it came to The Sarah Jane Adventures and the closest I've ever been come to seeing her was through a TV screen on Doctor Who. Yet somehow, her death has touched and moved me beyond belief.
Maybe it was because she has such a legacy about her, and still so much more to give. Cancer is a cruel thing to suffer from - it rips lives apart, quite literally. It destroys people, and when its done, it just moves on and finds its next victim. She was so talented, and from what I've heard, so lovely and friendly. Such a shame that such a wonderful talent had to be brought crashing to the floor by a few mutinous cells.
I think it's more fear that I'm suffering from right now, than grief. I'm not grieving for her - I never knew her. Obviously it's saddening that she has died so unexpectedly (for the public, at least) and had her talent cruelly taken from her, but the fact that she died of Cancer, that unstoppable killing machine, makes me scared for the people I love. What's to stop them from developing cancer? Anybody could, there's no way of telling who gets it. My Mum's friend had it about 6 years ago. Thankfully, she's since been given the all-clear, and is able to get on with her life, but it's made me think.... not everybody is so lucky.
I must make it my mission to watch her episodes of Doctor Who, particularly those from the 70s, when she was the companion. And then I should like to watch The Sarah Jane Adventures, just for good measure.
RIP.
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